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when he realized she was watching
him back just as intensely.
    “You’re overdressed,” she said, deadpan.
    Logan swallowed back a laugh. “Yeah? You
gonna do something about it?”
    Her lips twitched with the beginning of a
smile. “Did I say I care that you’re
overdressed?”
    Sliding her legs to one side, she kneeled,
then leaned forward. The entire movement looked like a dance. She
crawled toward him on all fours, and Logan’s heart jumped in his
chest. Even when she had flashed her fangs at him, even when she
had growled while they fought, when her mouth had rested an inch
from his neck, she hadn’t looked quite as predatory as she did now.
Logan gulped. His cock twitched in the confines of his jeans, and
while she kept her eyes on his face, her lips curled into a
grin.
    She undid the buttons of his jeans and
sneaked her hand inside his boxers. He jumped at her touch, and she
froze, her fingers fleeting against his cock.
    “Too cold?” she asked, starting to pull
back.
    Logan shook his head jerkily and raised his
hips to follow her retreating hand. “No, not cold, just… cooler?
But I don’t mind.”
    He didn’t mind at all, actually, and hissed
when her hand returned, curling around his hardened cock then
gently drawing it out though the hole in his boxers.
    “Missed me, did you?” She grinned, pumping
her hand up and down his cock, her thumb swiping the precome in
that move that always made him gasp.
    “Told you… told you I did,” he replied, his
voice breaking halfway through.
    Finally remembering he had hands, too, he
wrapped his arms around her and battled with the clasp of her bra.
It didn’t help at all when she leaned in closer and started
mouthing his shoulder, his chest, his throat, pressing her lips
everywhere she could reach and tattooing lines of desire on his
skin with the tip of her tongue. With his hands and entire body
trembling, he almost gave up on taking that last scrap of fabric
off her, but he wanted to see her, all of her, every inch of her
skin, and reassure himself again that, yes, she truly had come back
to him.
    When the clasp finally came undone, Logan let
out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He almost sobbed
when Olivia sat up, taking her mouth and hand off him so she could
slip the bra off her arms. Losing her touch was unbearable, and he
had to reach out again. His fingers followed the curve of her
breasts before continuing down her body and to the apex of her
legs. He missed the heat of her flesh, but it was still her, her
skin just as silky, just as responsive as she sighed softly in
response to his caress. When he touched between her legs,
fingertips slipping over her clit and sliding lower to her opening,
he had to pinch his lips tightly or risk whimpering. She was
practically dripping already, and he had barely even touched her
yet. Logan froze and took a deep breath, staring at her; did she
want him that much?
    “What’s wrong?” she asked, and for the first
time he could hear hesitation in her voice.
    “Nothing. I…” He swallowed hard. “God, you’re
so wet.”
    Her features softened again, and whatever
trace of worry she’d had now faded away. “What did you expect with
your little striptease?” she whispered, arching her hips to press
harder into his hand.
    “I don’t know. I guess I was trying to see if
you still liked the view.”
    Her eyelids fell to half-mast, and she ran a
trailing gaze over his body. “I do.”
    “If you still wanted me,” he pressed on, his
voice as unsteady as his fingers, which caressed her folds with the
gentlest touch.
    She shivered against him, gold flames
flickering in her eyes, and said huskily, “ God , I do.”
    Taking a deep but shaky breath, he held her
gaze. He had to know if she felt the same way about him. “If you
still—”
    Before he could finish, her mouth descended
on his, her tongue slipping inside to caress his own. At the same
time, she climbed onto his lap, one hand on his shoulder